"Uh... alright," Sun Ningxiang replied, amused and exasperated. She glanced at Yang Jing and gave him a warm, familiar smile, the corners of her eyes tilting up slightly in greeting.
"Senior Sister Ning Xiang," Yang Jing quickly responded with a nod.
Sun Ningxiang gave a small smile, then turned and headed for the kitchen, basket in hand. The hem of her skirt brushed against the bluestone pavers, leaving a faint, clean scent of soap in her wake.
Once she was a good distance away, Yang Jing turned to Sun Yong and asked quizzically, "Master, did you need me for something?"
Sun Yong picked up an empty teacup from the table, rubbing it as he spoke slowly. "A disciple from the Po Mountain Martial Arts Hall is here. They said they have some questions for you. Have you had any run-ins with them recently? Do you know what this could be about?"
